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Now that she had the flyers cleaned up, it was time to use the vacuum cleaner to get rid of the other pieces of litter around her booth, which was mainly candy rappers and torn up pieces of paper. Whistling a tune to herself, Maggi moved the cleaner underneath the table and then behind it.

Then suddenly, she felt it pulling against her grip, and with a vicious snarl it began running this way and that, with Maggi desperately trying to pull it back and gain control over the appliance. "W-wait, stop that!" She called out, but it just pulled again and zoomed towards another person nearby. "Ahh, look out!" She called to the boil as the evil vacuum cleaner charged towards him.

Jinhai had no idea what was even going on anymore.

One moment he'd been setting up his booth, the next there had been fire, the next...cleaning.

Cleaning.

...Jinhai wondered whether he could blame either Kato or Dis on the fact that everything looked as though a bomb had hit it. Or maybe Brock.

...yes this was good. He'd blame those three.

He could hear some sort of squelching noise coming from the slime tank as he worked on fiddling with what appeared to be some sort of vacuum cleaner apparatus. Frowning at it - and then at the tank - he stepped towards it and peered down into it.

...oops.

"Malcom?" said Jinhai, hoping it was the right name. If it was the boil he thought it was, that is. Reaching down into the slime (ew), he fumbled around until he could grasp the arm of whomever it was, yanking as hard as he can.

The sound was something similar to a plunger as he pulled the boil out of the slime. "Are you - " Jinhai started to say, but there was a roaring, hacking sound, and suddenly something small, black, and wiry flipped out and promptly whacked Malcom across the forehead.

...double oops.

Jinhai pulled out his phone as he attempted to stop the damn vacuum cleaner from attacking Malcom again.

Unfortunately for Ava, Avery hadn't even noticed when she tripped over him and fell into the tank. In fact, it wasn't until she slumped down beside him that he actually looked at her and wrinkled his nose.

"Ugh... Ava, what did you do this time..?" He asked, fighting the urge to pinch his nose. Little did he know that the poor ghoul had been slimmed by the snails. Instead he moved away from the tank, and picked some flyers off the ground, dropping them carelessly into the waste bins.

Junk, junk.... minipets are Halloween citizens too.... Yeah junk.

Without looking through the rest, he dumped the remainder into the bin.

Arcana didn't appreciate Westhor's innocent act, nor that his sister was encouraging it either. He felt like...like...a fool in front of Selene and and...It wasn't chill at all.

Even if he looked over at Selene and she was making a sparkly face that he didn't register with because she was looking at him and he was just-----flustered oh god.

"Selene...Selene." He came over to the ghoul and took her hands in his and focused on her. "Westhor is stupid and you are pure and...and I would...never...." He flushed as he tried to think of the proper way to say this without sounding too forward or pushing her away. "I would never do that unless you wanted to me okay? I mean...Wait...No. Um..." He turned red, "That's not what I mean. I mean I mean it but I don't mean it and oh god this is a mess....This is a big mess."

Slime. Slippery, sticky, slime. Selene was in the midst of all sorts of slime, and she immediately slipped and fell, dumped into a puddle of slime that soaked into her dress. She was going to help.. clean.. she was going to be useful, and not think about.. not think about..

She crawled to the tank, slipping and sliding every which way, and finally fell forward, faceplanting into the ooze. She stayed there, bubbles coming up from the slime, and as they popped one could almost hear the little cries she let out from within.

He pokerfaced really, really hard as he was pulled out of the slime. As he was about to open his mouth to maybe thank Jinhai - even though saying thank you was really awkward and uncool - he found himself smacked on the forehead by, of all things, a vacuum cleaner.

"... Thanks Jinhai," He was still pokerfacing as he flicked the slice off his arms; most of his classmates were probably used to how he only alternated between pokerfacing, and a frowny face anyway. Wiping the slime off his brand new shirt, he sighed, ignoring the bruise that was now on his forehead; it would heal sooner or later, nothing to get upset over.

Oh dear jack it was a bat, it was a screeching bat caught in the evil vacuum and it took Victory a little bit extra after his battle with the branches before he realized that he needed to help free the batgirl whose skirt was caught, still. So semi-naked Victory slid over to her and tried to help free her, his clawed hands likely making even more of a mess of the skirt.

At the end, ashamed of his inability to be much help, Victory just tried not to stare at the aftermath of vacuum vs skirt. "... would you like to borrow one of my sashes?" he asked, digging around for ideally one of the spares he kept on him, as he'd already dropped one off at his own booth and one had been destroyed at Avery's booth in the fire. It was just that... her skirt seemed to be in kind of, ah, a state, and he would hate for her to have to walk around like that.

"I'm Victory," he said, introducing himself, tail sweeping back and forth. Somehow, shortly after the introduction, he got dragged away and suckered into cleaning the slime tank? What in the jack was that?

Turned out it had far too many snails for Victory's comfort. Cleaning up was not pleasant, and after this, he was definitely done cleaning. Jack it all, he'd already attacked a student with a vacuum cleaner and nearly become integrated with the dirt. That was not his style. It was really not his style.

Yeah, he swatted snails off left and right, employing both his tail and his wings along with, eventually, his clawed fingers to try to keep them off. He would not be bested by a bunch of disgusting snails. He mainly focused on keeping his hair clean, as his vastly-tattered clothing was now adhering to his body with snail goo.

"Hey, Avery-- Wanna dance now?" Victory suggested, loudly, trying to get his attention. He half-smiled, until a snail tried to climb into his mouth. He turned to see Ava, who had fallen into the tank with him, and although he'd like to latch on and sob about how disgusting he felt, he merely said: "Ava...! If I die by snails, I hope you know I always thought you were far prettier than Avery."

"Oh, and... bat ghoul, sorry I got your skirt caught in the vacuum. I guess it was just fate...!"